I’m not doing Nanowrimo this year for a number of reasons. First the stress I cannot handle the stress of a new job panto rehearsals and committing to writing nearly 1700 words per day for thirty days.
Written like that it doesn’t seem many but at the moment for me it really is. The creative juices that should be flowing are barely rippling in the breeze. I do know a lot of people who are tackling the marathon that is Nano and good luck to every single one of you, may the words flow from your fingers like dandelion heads in the wind.
Part of me wishes I could commit, that I should make the time and just blooming well write something, anything, even if it is utter bilge, Well this is where the blogging comes in. In order to get used to the rhythm of producing something regularly again I am using this blog as a way forward.
There are ideas in my head, nebulous things made of magic, shadows and desire. They are lacking in substance. I need to meet a new character who has firm ideas of what they want and then perhaps there would be some things to explore. They are close, but this character is shy, they don’t want to reveal themselves yet. They are very private and I will have to gain their trust…